Date Night

Let’s go to Luna Park at night
When exhausted children heading home with big smiles
You and I go for rides in empty carts

We warm up with Ferris Wheel slowly climbs into the sky
watching twinkling lights

Bring back teenager romance on the Tango Train
Our breaths and bodies pulled in one by physics

Loosen ourselves on the Boomerang Rollercoaster
Momentarily break off restraint like horizontal yoyos

Before Mr Whippy’s iconic ice cream treat
Catch the thrill of the Hair Raiser
We get temporary hairdos
Mistaken our stomachs for hearts

I had a wonderful night darling
You made me smile and shine
We kissed under the lights
falling once again in each other’s eyes

Farewell My Lover

This is written based on Living Poetry’s Music prompt: Concierto de Aranjuez: II. Adagio


The tangerine sun sets on our last night together
The breeze is humid
an excuse to our moistened eyes
Your skin still burns on mine
My hair is still soaked in the summer heat

Tonight the song is sorrowful
Tomorrow you’ll saddle for a foreign land
leaving my wanting heart behind
How much slower a second can be
split in half, even a quarter

The moon shows her sad face
glistened with tears blotting the sky
My soul wilts
Latching on your strength
till the morning glow bathes our sin clean

The last sight of you
Combing the mane before your journey
My hair become fragrant and sleek
Dust and cracked soil takes you away
Our love is tainted all over again

Wounds I Healed

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Green

Baby leaves in new spring
Eye full of hope
The lawn outside our picket fence
Freshly cut grass
The forest we trekked through
Your eyes
The peaceable 💚 for sins forgiven
The graveyard our love rested upon

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September Rain


Love didn’t die
It disappeared into our memory
Hot tears vouch for her existence
When our song comes on
September rain drenches pale leaves
Diving headfirst
Irrevocable

绕心词

窗外已经雨过天晴
但为什么我的心
还那么灰灰的
以往的音乐
不断徘徊
绕脑海
而你
已不在
春去秋来
日子轮回着
我心日增无奈
泪眼朦胧盼三年
窗外鸟声安静无痕

Free Will

I look at lack
I look at abundance
My eyes fixate on lack
My heart ignores abundance
Lack brings its minions
My life is filled with dread

I am roaming amidst the crowd
with tall walls built around me
brick by brick from birth
I am invisible, miserable and unlovable
Living hell is the feeling of isolation
when surrounded by people

I pray to an unseen God
and wonder why He never responds
I guess
I chose not to see His existence
by my own free will
Or
I am testing Him to see
if He is who He says He is
Will He pursuit a lost sheep relentlessly
Will He kick down the walls to save me

Wishful Thinking

Living Poetry word prompts – Add, Kind, Maple

I wish life was
as kind as
bland breakfast cereal

A spoonful of maple syrup
will add sweet taste
and a big smile